Smile Poem by Donna Dolorical

If you read her poems, I wonder will you smile?
When you discover at last
how a world was built
and made to revolve around you
without your permission,
will you smile?

When you finally realize
that a heart was supposedly yours,
but was desperately kept out of your reach,
will you still smile?

Like a birthday cake deliberately covered with grass,
that you may not eat it.
Like a candle lit within a concrete box,
that you may not see its light.
Like a long-awaited letter of good tidings,
sealed, stamped, and sent to yellow in the attic.

Will you smile to see the verses you have inspired?
And to hear the carefully selected songs
sung behind closed doors?
Will you smile if you knew
how often you grace someone's dreams at night?
How many conversations with you
are carried on inside someone's mind?
Will you smile to hear the words put into your mouth?
Will you?

Or will you be disgusted at the waste,
at the selfishness that has witheld from you
that which is yours, by rights, by privilege?
that which you should have been made to feel,
that which you should have been showered with
when you perhaps needed it the most
and least expected to find it?

That which you had asked for
in that cryptic language of yours
that she never has been able to comprehend fully.
Will you smile if you found out
how much hurt you have unwittingly and unwilingly caused?
How much and how often tears were shed.
How much someone let you hurt herself without your permission.

Will you smile, I wonder?
Will you smile the smiles that she cannot smile?